July 28, 2010

A quick moment of zen brought to you by a perfect Plymouth haphazardly and arrogantly parked halfway on the sidewalk and the upstairs of a vintage book shop I stumbled across. Leaving the book shop (dealing in high-end vintage books), an older gentleman brushed past me as I made my way for the door. His expression of anticipation was accented by his receding hairline and punctuated by his thick gold-framed glasses. Before the bell on the door signifying his enthusiastic arrival could silence, he had delivered his question to the clerk, "where's your sci-fi fantasy section?" I closed my eyes pulling the door open, thanking god I had the opportunity to not only witness the question but the answer the clerk gave, "um, what?"

A TIME

Not for this. Not for that. For everything in between. For work. For avoiding work. For inspiration. For a resource. For entertainment. For a minute. For an hour. The good, the bad, and yes, even the ugly. In a world that has no time for anything, there is always a time to give, and every now and again... a time to get.